Wednesday, August 12, 2009

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It is often odd to think
that without us there
would be less than nothing
here and yet everything
but us would still appear,
and probably (a stretch,
perhaps) a lot more oxygen.

So I keep a pet illusion
near, I have named him
real, but he is only a looking
glass.

By which I mean he is inside himself.
It must make it
hard to breathe.

Ah, but the clock is bent
on precision and turning
this day over. A virtual
subversion of the plot.

-the ambassador

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